and then, and then...
she was not a monolith
when you met her, you taught her
to walk with her chin high
to pluck the stars out of the gutter
and hang them in the sky
with two hands and a
three-part dance, we
rediscovered the worlds inside each other
pioneers of the great frontiers,
rolling hills and valleys
we explored the seas
or i would run my fingers down your coastline.
she was not a classy girl
when you held her, you forced her
to look you in the eyes
and little by little your hearts
exchanged their foreign words.
we, who never meant to use
this trite and overworn oath
who saw only through jaded lenses
stumbled through the darkness
we refused to recognise
and oh-so-accidentally
fell into each other.
Jan 16, 2007
(Published 08.21.2008 , updated 08.1.2009 )
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